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[20] October 1869. Browning, Robert to Blagden, Isa.

[20] October 1869. Browning, Robert to Blagden, Isa.

[London]
[20th] For the 19th Oct. ’69–
But not that bitter yesterday, in which I travelled four hundred miles, and am so frozen that you will get my thawings in another shabby little letter, written, too, in all the hurry of having to leave Town again. At last I see the funny mistake, which so puzzled me in a former letter of yours that I let it remain unquestioned even: I wrote the “Storys”—and you read the “Lloyds”—him I have not seen for years, and her I never before heard of. By the bye,—do you remember a mild little doubt of mine, once, as to his being the “adopted son” of Miss Bailey: did he prove so, and duly inherit, I wonder?
I told you that I have not yet taken the pains to read Stuarts’ letter, and probably never shall: he has no particle of pity from me, I promise him.
So, Annette is going to settle in Florence again! Give her my love & best wishes. Poor dear Florence I shall very probably never see again: if I return

[London]
[20th] For the 19th Oct. ’69–
But not that bitter yesterday, in which I travelled four hundred miles, and am so frozen that you will get my thawings in another shabby little letter, written, too, in all the hurry of having to leave Town again. At last I see the funny mistake, which so puzzled me in a former letter of yours that I let it remain unquestioned even: I wrote the “Storys”—and you read the “Lloyds”—him I have not seen for years, and her I never before heard of. By the bye,—do you remember a mild little doubt of mine, once, as to his being the “adopted son” of Miss Bailey: did he prove so, and duly inherit, I wonder?
I told you that I have not yet taken the pains to read Stuarts’ letter, and probably never shall: he has no particle of pity from me, I promise him.
So, Annette is going to settle in Florence again! Give her my love & best wishes. Poor dear Florence I shall very probably never see again: if I return